Sets of ten: “My thirties, my forties, my fifties …” replaces sets of four-year chunks: “my undergrad, grad school, New York or LA years …” as I age out and no one remembers what I remember, anymore. Fuck Cassandra, I write my truths.

This is the 15th year I’ve blogged my existence, categorically as

a Giants fan at https://giantsbaseballcorner.com and

as the Writist, here on mtkarthik.org

or as a naturalist exploring and documenting an urban field and stream for ten years https://homeinsanantone.wordpress.com

or as a candidate for mayor of SF https://karthikrajanformayor.wordpress.com

or writing book reviews https://mtkforever.wordpress.com

or https://YesterdaysHoops.wordpress.com covering the 2010 March Madness NCAA basketball tourney

Writing, writing, writing always writing. Reading, reading, reading always reading …

read read read read read rare breed

– mtk, Amsterdam, ’23

I think this, the 15th year, will be the last. Blogging feels belabored because I have so few readers. 15 years would be a good amount.

But I do feel like producing a LOT this last year before ending it – might be time for a live show.

It’s time to twist-tie off these time packets.